Page 34 of Eternal

I lift my head to pay better attention to him. “I remember you saying something about a bonfire but nothing about a boat.”

“They brought it to us during your nap. I had one we were expecting to receive, but it wasn’t supposed to be until tomorrow.”

My jaw drops. “What other surprises do you have up your sleeve?”

Soren shrugs, “You’ll see.” He leans forward to kiss me, which I gladly accept.

Someone behind us clears his throat. “Mr. and Mrs. Astor, dinner is served.”

Soren sits up further, pushing me to my knees.

“Are you hungry?” He asks, brushing my hair out of my face, then rests his hand on my face. His thumb pressed against my bottom lip.

I take his thumb into my mouth, sucking. “Ravenous,” I say as I release his thumb.

His eyes darken at the gesture. “Careful. We don’t want our dinner to get cold.”

Soren stands and helps me off the couch. Holding my hand, he makes his way to the patio until we reach the dock. At the end of the pier, there’s a small table set up with two chairs and candles and flower petals leading up to the table. A butler is standing at the end with a bottle of wine that he is popping open once we get closer. Soren and I sit across from each other and wait as the butler pours our wine, then lifts the cloches, revealing a steak with lobster risotto and roasted tomatoes. My mouth starts to water, just from the sight.

Soren lifts his wine glass. “To our future.”

I smile and repeat the same thing, our glasses clinking together.

He examines me closer, eyes narrowing as he takes a sip. “You look damn good in my clothes, by the way.” He leans in after setting his glass down on the table. “But I think it will look better when they’re on the floor.”

I balk at his pointed comment. “Thanks,” I whisper, a blush creeping onto my cheeks as he starts to cut into his dinner.

We eat in silence, enjoying each other’s company and watching the sunset over the mountains. Soren stands when dinner is done and reaches a hand out to me. We walk hand in hand back to the patio. A fire started in the gas-burning bonfire pit, and a comfy love seat adorned with pillows and flower petals. He carries our empty wine glasses in his other hand, and there’s an ice bin with wine resting in it. I sit as Soren pours wine for the both of us, sitting next to me. His hand comes to rest on my thigh as we watch the fire and enjoy the calm night breeze in silence.

The wine keeps flowing, and I start to loosen up a little bit. “I have a confession to make,” I slur slightly.

He looks up from his wine glass, waiting expectantly. The fire draws out the golden flecks in his eyes, his own fire blazing brightly when he looks at me.

“Well, two things to confess I guess. First, I am wearing lingerie and waiting for you to take a peek. And second, I don’t want you to sleep with anyone else,ever.” I draw the word out, adding too many r’s to the end of it, but continue anyways, “It hurts my feelings.” I finish with a hiccup.

Soren stares at me like a deer in headlights setting his wine glass down on the table next to me, then turns his body to me.

“If you wanted me to take a peek, you just had to ask. But it’s okay. I won’t sleep with anyone else. I just have to warn you, my taste is a little darker. Think you can handle it?” He asks, his hand trailing up into my hair.

I nod my head, suddenly realizing I’m ready to pleasehim.Atanytime. I marvel at my own realization, lost in thought before he cups my chin, yanking me out of the fantasy and back to the moment at hand.

“Good girl. Now, strip,” He growls, and shock and desire ripple through my body.

Standing, I tug at the hem of my shirt, watching Soren as he leans back, one hand holding his wine glass, his other arm draped on the back of the loveseat. I turn my back to him when I shimmy out of the shirt, throwing it onto the deck, out of the way. I give him my full attention when I notice a bulge forming in his shorts.

“Hurry up,” He directs.

I unbuttoned my shorts and leaned over a bit, my ass cheeks had already been hanging out of my jean shorts, but he’s got a better view now. Then pull them down to my ankles, bending over at the waist to pick them up, and throw them with my shirt.

Soren groans from behind me.

“What do you want me to do to you, Freya?” Soren’s voice is strained as he makes an attempt to compose himself.

I fidget with the straps on my chest. “I want you to fuck me.”

I watch him swallow hard, eyeing me up and down, looking at me as if he has been starved and I’m the only thing that could satiate him. “Then come here.”

I face him again, stopping in front of him. He sits further up, one hand clutching the wine glass and the other resting on his lap.

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